Tatiana’s Pov;

I didn’t like the feeling of him being snatched away from my arms.

I didn’t like the feeling of rough, foreign hands grappling and dragging me away from his body that lay deathly still on the ground, color draining from his face in a flash.

No. I didn’t like either of those feelings. I detested them.

The question was—why did I?

My mind was a jumbled mess of thoughts colliding, almost pushing me over the edge of my sanity and into the abyss.

Who could have done ...